~ 'a fire was in my head' ~ W.B. Yeats

The culinary excuse of the hedgehog

Bangkok used to be predictably boiling hot during summers but now it’s freaking cold. Two nights ago I walked around Piyarom Sports Club, my long-time haunt. The wind only had to make me shiver slightly and I was inside Ma Kitchenette in an instant, one of several eateries in the complex. It was half past ten at night and I needed the warmth you know 🙂

Rice fried with fish paste and dried mint leaves. The cashew nuts were my first attraction. And that book club session I got back from earlier had too much red wine, chips and opinions on The Elegance of the Hedgehog. I had to temper those with a warm cup of cappuccino.